Smoke DZA - Hollywood Smoke Hogan lyrics

[Intro] Right I got two zips. Two b**hes with tounge rings who s** a dick Young n***a tryna get rich I used to be skinny but I used to be broke too I guess that matters [Verse 1: Smoke DZA] Righttttttttttttt You know my slogan: Hollywood Smoke Hogan I ain't good with the slick talk, I put hands on you like I'm molding And I ain't talkin' bout no vase n***a; tommy hitman hearns, I hit hard n***a This that Clinton Correctional flow, sh** a n***a got bars n***a Welcome to the Wreck Shop. Too much hard, that's what got my n***a Reck shot Came in this b**h just to get guap, lil' n***a I make the back of yo' neck hot I got a flight in a few. To the bank is my next stop Pot in the air, know the Jets out Lil' b**h over there bout to pa** out Smoker's Club - OG - rose gold, big face Rollie My little man came whippin' in the stolee and I'm still on the corner like Bodie (Huuuh?) If you book me, I hope you got the Fire Marshalls right there 'Cuz the Kushed God's a non-smoking biddy's worst nightmare